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Then he began to move the finger inside of her, sliding it in and out, almost as if he was rubbing her center from underneath while his tongue loved it from above.
    She came in a wave of contractions that made her whole body tremble. She could no more have stopped herself than she could have escaped gravity. From head to toe, she experienced wild, intense pleasure that took her breath away.
    She wanted to scream her release, but forced herself to hold in her cry. Then, while she was still caught in her release, Dev sat up and plunged into her.
    He was thick and hard and filled her until she had no choice but to come again. She needed him, all of him. Without thinking, she grabbed his hips and pulled him to her.
    He braced himself and pumped into her over and over again. She parted her thighs more, then wrapped her legs around his hips, doing everything she could think of to pull him all in.
    Again and again he filled her, sending more waves crashing through her. It wasn’t possible for her body to feel this much, she thought. Maybe she would never stop. Maybe they could go on forever.
    But then he gave one last great thrust and her body shattered into such intense release that she knew she had reached the ultimate moment. His body tensed and she felt him let go inside of her.
    She opened her eyes and found him watching her. They gazed at each other, naked and exposed, seeing the truth in each of their souls.
    They were both breathing hard. Dev started to move, but she held him in place.
    â€œNot yet,” she whispered. “I want to stay like this for another second.”
    He smiled. “Pretty incredible.”
    â€œThe best.”
    A muscle cramped in her hip and she had to move. In the logistics of postlovemaking, she started to giggle.
    â€œIt was hard not to scream,” she whispered. “I had to hold it in so I wouldn’t scare my sister.”
    â€œI appreciate that,” he said as he settled on the mattress next to her and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Having Tiffany walk in would have deflated the moment.”
    â€œIt also would have led to a lot of questions. I’m glad I was able to control myself.”
    He kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you weren’t.” He studied her. “You’re amazing. You can handle your family, my father, this house, school and you’re incredibly wicked in bed.”
    â€œWicked?” She liked the sound of that. “Only with you, Dev.”
    The words slipped out and she would have given anything to call them back.
    â€œNoelle, don’t,” he said.
    â€œI’m not trying to go there. I don’t want to spoil this.”
    â€œMe, either.”
    But the words had been spoken and there was no calling them back. The mood shifted until she found herself saying, “I still love you. Nothing has changed.”
    He shifted back onto his side of the bed. “I’ve told you not to.”
    â€œYeah, that’s going to work.” She raised herself on one elbow and faced him. “What are you so afraid of?”
    â€œI don’t want you getting hurt.”
    Which sounded very altruistic, but she wasn’t sure she believed him. “What more could you possibly want from a wife? What need don’t I fulfill?”
    It was a dangerous question and an honest answer could emotionally devastate her. Still, she was willing to risk it and hear the truth.
    â€œIt’s not you,” he said slowly. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s me. I can’t love you.”
    She stared at him for a long time and wondered if being told she wasn’t pretty enough or smart enough or sensitive enough would have been easier to deal with. This truth cut deep.
    â€œIt’s not that you can’t,” she told him. “It’s that you won’t.”

CHAPTER TWELVE
    N OELLE KNOCKED ON her parents’ front door. She’d never done that before—she’d always